Heh.... So you all know how I've been hunting a rat right? It comes in my barn. Chews on some wood. Poops a little. And hides from me. He's not welcome. I don't want him in there. So I've set traps. I can't do poison for obvious reasons. I caught one with the traps a few months ago and was hopeful there weren't more. There's not really much evidence to suggest there are many. But alas, there was at least one more. And I can't catch the little jerk. He even licked all the Nutella off the traps and somehow only sprung one of them. And he didn't have the decency to get caught in the one he sprung. But that's not my confession... Oh no. My confession is that when reloading the traps on Sunday, I managed to snap my own finger. I guess that's my karma for trying to kill a semi-innocent animal. Freakin' hurt I'll tell you! But I still reset the trap. Guess I didn't learn my lesson.